Musings of a professor
When the children came to talk to me about Narnia the second time, I couldn't believe how they managed to live their entire lives in just a blink of an eye.
I still can't believe at that wicked witch Jardis had such control over Narnia. Winter. Nothing but winter. I'm glad that England doesn't have those kind of winters with snow constantly for months, if not, years on end.
A small smile appeared on his face. He remembers his time in Narnia when he was a child, with his best friend Polly. He couldn't but help but chuckle regarding his uncle. He thought that himself was slightly crazy, but come on, his uncle was even more crazier about creating paths to other worlds. At least it was a one time occurrence with Narnia. If it had been any other world…, no can't think of that, it's too damn scary to think off.
To think that the children could defeat, and did defeat the white witch with such force, he shakes his head, children are the way forward if we need to defeat these crazy take over the world people. Their imagination is the key to success. Maybe I should consult my colleagues to see that if children's imagination's are the best at defeating Hitler.
After all this time, Aslan is still alive. I will forever remember his golden mane, it kinds of infused into my memory. When Lucy and Susan told me about what they saw and doing things to Aslan, my heart sank. To witness such atrocities and still come out with child like amazement, clearly astounds me. I knew that Narnia was magic, but to have such deep magic, I'm completely astounded, and for two such young children to witness a thing like that, now I most certainly know that they have the heart and soul for things to come.
Suddenly he smiled, now that's a thought, in the morning, he should talk to the children, of his own experiences in Narnia with his friend Polly. Lamp post in the middle of the forest, oh how he forgot, at least the children will have a laugh how that lamp post got in the forest.
I wonder if Polly is still alive, maybe she needs to hear the story of the children being in Narnia. Since it's war time, how do I know if she still lives at that address where we grew up. Need to catch up on all things forgotten when we were children. He suddenly looked at the clock, 11.55pm, time to go to bed. Been such a long and wonderful day on everyone's behalf.
